Críticas expelidas por bocas ocas.

Vozes roucas.

Prepara-te para o homicídio.

Adivinha o que vou fazer à tua espécie. Genocídio.

Afoga-te em gás, pego fogo à tua auto estima.

Adivinha, rima atrás de rima,

Esquivo-me das tuas balas como o Neo,

Parto-te ao meio, como o teu interior, bolachas oreo.

Pessoas dizem-te que nunca às de conseguir,

como se fossem eles a decidir.

Devo de me importar com opiniões de pessoas que não me respeitam?

Com o meu desejo por mais, fome insaciável.

Querem que seja prestável.

Pessoas que nem me aceitam.

Calem-se com os vossos comentários idiotas,

Lidem com as minhas inabaláveis frotas.

Culpem me pela vossa inutilidade.

Atirem-me areia para os olhos.

Vocês não passam de trambolhos.

Criaturas que se alimentam de maldade.

Cuscos e intrometidos,

cambada de bandidos.

Henrique, isto é tudo um mal entendido.

Desiludido, por não me ter apercebido,

que todos vós serviram-se e cuspiram no prato onde comeram.

Nojentos, parasitas da humanidade,

pessoas que não crescem com a idade.

Mesmo antes de ter começado, esta batalha já perderam.

Sentirei-me melhor? Miserável cá dentro.

Parem de fingir, sinto-me rejeitado.

Sinto-me negligenciado.

Cabeças de coentro.

Deixem-me ir.

O pior ainda está para vir.

Prometo-te, hei de fazer um banquete.

Bandejas de sonhos espezinhados.

Sonhos estes que matei.

Ao pé de mim não passas de um cadete.

Corações cozinhados.

Acusam-me que roubei.

Ladrão que rouba a ladrão tem cem anos de perdão.

Sei que não precisas de mim, quando não precisas de mim, 

sinto que não me vês, a minha vida não tem sentido.

Salto das nuvens, caio no chão.

História próxima do fim.

Passado e presente. Este futuro é merecido.

Acabo de acordar da mais profunda sesta.
perdido no meio da floresta,
olho em meu redor,
em desespero, grito. Ninguém me ouve.
Afogo-me no meu próprio suor,
déus quer que o louve.

Notas percorrem o meu interior.
Notas escuras e sombrias.
Notas que me fazem voar para o submundo.
Algo que acreditava ser um rumor,
sinto entrar no meu corpo ondas frias,
espíritos de outro mundo.

No passadiço das nuvens que já não vejo,
Reencontro a morte do beijo.
Nébula suja e vazia,
sinto falta do tempo em que vivia.
Viver puramente, sem matar o tempo,
pois ao matar o tempo, surge um contratempo.

Sinto o peso do mundo nos meus ombros,
família que vira inimiga,
vida reduzida a escombros.
Amigos viram vampiros,
até a mais doce rapariga.
Amor vira arma, ouço tiros
contra o meu ser, contra a minha vida.
Alma ressequida.

No declínio do meu parecer,
encontro-me a perder.
As vozes ainda me atormentam,
Bombas que rebentam.
Poemas esquecidos,
Poetas perdidos.

At war with the pain:

Pain, oh pain.
You always haunt me.
"When you fire the first shot.
no matter how right you feel,
you never know who is going to die"
I've died many times.
Once I even tried to die.
"Pain happens when you care".
If all it takes it to stop caring,
I'll gladly return to what I was.
"What do you have to change inside to survive?
Who do you have to become?"
A monster. A predator. Top of the food chain.
You have to become unraveled.
"Are you okay? I'm fine. I'm good"
Let's all stop pretending, no one is okay.
There is no moving on. Life is pain.
"I'm trapped in my own personal hell".
Life is hell. Give birth to something that perishes.
I tried having a normal life. It only hurt people.
I'm a monster.
"I know how you feel right now."
No one knows what I'm feeling right now.
I am divient.
"I've been torn apart."
"I need everything to stop"
I've been torn apart so many times there's nothing more to torn.
Nothing will ever stop. A shadow never loses it's victim.
"I'm not okay."
No, I'm not fucking okay.
The light has vanished.
God, forgive me for I have sinned.
"It's like this all a game and I haven't been told what the rules are."
In life there are no rules. If rules existed it wouldn't be in plural.
If a rule existed it would be, every light must return to darkness.
"If i were to dissapear tomorrow, nobody would notice"
It's a lie, people would notice.
But like wildflowers end up dying, the memories of me,
will die as well. So much pain.
It never ends.
You can control this, you can control that.
You can't control shit.
"What is a life? Does to live any longer have a how? Does it any longer have a why?"
I thought so, but to live is not a how or a why.
To live is to die.
"What the fuck is inside my head?"
This is not the end.
What's the point of doing something if nothing happens.
Self-acceptance? I should stop judging and accept?
So everything i've done. All the light i've killed.
It's all good? It's not my fault. It's not my fault?
Whose fault is it then. Don't fuck with me.
"I'm turning down you, you get it? I want nothing to do with you,
everything I've cared about is gone ever since I've met you"
You're a damon desguised as an angel.
You are the devil itself. You take and take.
Until there's nothing else to steal.
"It's all gone"
To lose something you first need to have.
To lose someone you first need to be.
"Do you still love her? Always."
It's something that shall always linger in my head.
"You have to let her go! I can't, i can'..."
Letting her go is to die again.
"I warned you, I'll break your heart"
Already broke.

In my search of the understanding of love I have hit a dead line. My conclusions? I've realised that love can take many forms and can be shown in many ways. By animals, not all, but some. In my opinion, to humans love is something that makes you happy or atleast it should. It's something that changes you completly, for better or for worse. I've always been a hopeless romantic. Always believed that love would answer all the problems, all the questions. I did, in time, find that love doesn't fix anything, although it may break many. Self-love, the act to love yourself. The act to be selfish and egocentric. If you combine self-love with love for others you'll soon find out what kind of person you are. Are you a person who puts your needs and wishes in fron't of everyone else? The kind of person who finds a balance in life, giving and taking, always keeping the middle-ground? The kind of person who loves others more than themselfs? In each of these different kinds of people you'll find that all of them have ups and downs. Beneficts and debts.

I've always tried to love, and I admit, sometimes I've forced it upon others. I thought that my love would bring joy and harmony. It seems that i got it wrong. No love should be forced. No love should leave you sad. If love leaves you sad, it's not love, it's hell. There is no hapiness. There is no moving on. What's next? What's fucking next? Nothing's next. Your person dies, your world crumbles. The outside world is even worse. Full of light and noise. Full of darkness and stillness. You shut off from everyone and everything. You cry, yell, punch walls, for your love died.

I gave all I had. Every single part of me, I gave it to you. You threw me in the trash. Why? Because it's not good for me? Or maybe it's even worse for you. Even thou you say you've moved and forgot me. Why is that? Why does it hurt you, bothers you, leaves you angry? Because you've moved on? Because i'm irrelavant? I'm a story of the past? You've always had the habit to lie to yourself, over and over, until you believe the lie. But lies never last. It brings incongruence. Stuff doesn't make sense. You think something but you feel other things. You become split.

I'm going to try to find love in others things, better things. I'm going to try to love someone who deserves my time. I'm going to do all these things without you. Soon i'll met a person who loves me, and in september i'll have a taste of love. Not self-love. Real love. You're the most weird and sick person I have meet. And to be honest I think you should seek mental help. As someone who's fucked up in the head, it's not hard to distingish those who are okay from those you aren't. You have used me many times. You've led me to believe in stuff that would never happen. And most of all you gave up. Removing me from everywhere, even your heart. I fucking hate you and I have loving you. I was never happy with you and I can know understand that most of the things that happened with us was your fault. Because an action always leads to a reaction. You manipulative person, oh you mean person. I hope this time you leave for good because if there's a next chapter in this book things will be very different.

I get whiped on my back,

punches go through my stomach.

head hurts, heart weeps.

Today a part of me died.

The one I liked the most.

The innocent henrique has withered.

Snakes bite my neck,

alarm sounds.

Humiliated and disrespected.

Overwork and buy things that don't please me.

I'm just a child, that's what you say.

We have a story, you sprout.

Your mouth is a gun.

Your tongue shoots bullets.

I question what you see.

I don't see you like I should.

Late nights are the worst for me, they bring the worst in me.

I'm not worth it because i'm at a war with peace.

You left a hole in me, a hole I can't fill up,

i miss the part I gave to you so easily.

The part of me who wanted to give not wanting anything more than

your acceptance.

You broke my heart, more times than i've cared to count.

Somewhere inside you I know, you'll always miss me like I miss you.

I still think we're connected,

Linked throughout eternity.

Bound in spirit and mind.

I miss hearing your laugh.

I miss your stupid jokes.

I miss all the silly fights we had, how we'd always return.

I trusted you, still do.

I loved you, still do.

I see a future for us, a future where we walk beside one another.

Like partners, like friends, like two souls linked by chewing gum.

Whatever you do. I accept.

I might be mad and sad.

I might wanna give up and meet you upstairs.

But i'll keep going, until the end.